Cattleya’s POV
I awoke with a throbbing headache, only to find Jaxon standing on the balcony, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. I'd never seen him smoke before.
He looked different and tense as if he were carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
I wrapped myself in a blanket and approached him, wrapping my arms around him from behind. "Is everything okay?" I whispered.
"It's late; you should go to sleep," he replied, flicking the cigarette into the trash can.
"Tell me what's wrong," I insisted, my heart beating so fast. "Why are you smoking?"
"We need to go home. It's an urgent meeting with my team. I don't want to disclose the news right now, but I know if I confirm it, trust me, we might finally find the mastermind behind Ariella's murder. I know he's been roam
